The dust is settling

Today is April 20, 2020, Bright Monday - the day after Pascha.  We are in that joyous place where Christ has trampled death by his own death and shown us the way out of the abyss of sin and corruption and death. I admit that I'm not feeling it, and it's not really because I have cancer and am facing chemo and radiation for the next six months.  It's because it broke my heart to not be with the people  that I love during Holy Week and Pascha, singing those hymns that are ingrained in us, that are in our bones.

I first read about Orthodoxy when I was 16, and I knew in my heart that was where I needed to be. My first liturgy was Palm Sunday, 1975. I fell in love that day, there is no other way to describe it. The priest's vessting prayers as he puts on each item stop in the middle, and the priest exclaims, "O Lord, I love the beauty of Thy house!"  I do. I also love the beauty of Thy house, and being separated from it, at a time when I so need the comfort that the church can give, has been heartbreaking, and isolating.

But still, even though we think about time in a linear fashion, God is outside of all that. God didn't rise yesterday. Christ is everywhere and fills all things; therefore, He is Risen, He has Risen, He will Rise, all at the same time. Every minute of every day, He is Risen. Like St. John Chrysostom says in his famous catechetical address, read in every Orthodox church on Pascha,

"O Death, where is thy sting? O Hell, where is thy victory? Christ is risen, and thou art overthrown! Christ is risen, and the demons are fallen! Christ is risen, and the angels rejoice! Christ is risen, and life reigns! Christ is risen, and not one dead remains in the grave! For Christ, being risen from the dead, is become the first-fruits of those who have fallen asleep. To Him be glory and dominion unto ages of ages."

I struggle with my belief. I often pray, as the father of the epileptic boy prayed in Mark, "Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief." In the end, and no one knows when their end will come, a fact which has been brought home to me with my husband dropping dead 10 years ago, and my cancer diagnosis...  in the end, what we have to do is trust that God is a loving God, and just as I, as a mother, will forgive my child everything, and will do everything I can to keep her safe and loved, God will do the same for me, out of love for me.

In the meantime, it is a difficult thing to ask for help and to accept help when offered. I am the caretaker, not the person who needs care. I am the strong one, not the weak one. It's very hard to learn that I am neither of those things. I am learning humility in this, because between the quarantine and surgery recovery, and the knowledge that the upcoming treatments will be difficult -- I need help. The church, and it's services, and communion and unction, are not open to anyone right now, and the priest(s) that I need to hold my hand are prevented by time, space, quarantine, and death. My daughter and son in law are far away, as is my blood family. The family that I have chosen for myself are nearby, though one is 4 hours away; my person, my touchstone, is about 75 minutes away; and another is basically an hour away...  I am home in my house with my cats and my thoughts. And God.  I need help because all my normal ways of coping with hard things are closed to me right now. I'm relying on my daily phone calls and texts with occasional visits from my person, and FB/texts/calls from my daughter and my sisters of the heart, and a videochat group with my family in New England.

I posted something on FB yesterday about how my heart was torn out about not being in church singing on Pascha, and a guy, a new convert of maybe 2 years, told me basically to suck it up.  That hurt me, but I immediately understood that he did not have any idea about me, what is going on with me, or my history. He would never have even thought that if he knew about the cancer, or if he knew me better and how my whole life is bound up in worship.  I feel weird about making an announcement of some sort - is that what I should do? So, I may (or I may not) post this on facebook to explain to others I know what is going on, and how every contact with people with me means so much to me right now, and helps to keep my emotions on an even keel.

If I post it, I will give the particulars: endometrial adenocarcinoma, grade IIIa; hysterectomy and salpingo-oophorectomy already completed. On April 28th (my 41st wedding anniversary) I will have a ct scan for staging purposes to ensure that there are no metastases, followed by placement of a line for chemo.  On May 4, I will begin three courses of chemo at three-week intervals, followed by a course of radiation, followed by another three courses of chemo. The whole treatment plan will take around six months or so.

It's all good. God has my attention. Lord, I love the beauty of  Thy house, which, I am certain deep in my heart, is a mere shadow of what is to come. That is the one thing I am certain of. At least today.

Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief.